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Good morning and welcome to #WeekendCoffeeShare! Today I offer Irish Coffee, Kalypso Coffee, or whatever boozy coffee you prefer. I recon we need lots of booze in our beverages after the Donald has been rummaging around the White House for a week.

I had written a lengthy text for last weekend’s coffee share, about the Donald. I decided not to publish it, as it was all making fun of him, and I decided it was just too easy. Yanno, sometimes when someone is serving you a clever repartee on a silver platter – that sometimes it is just so easy that it stops being funny? Yea, this was one of those times. Seriously, the fully automaticnumpty does not need me turning him into a laughing stock – he’s got that covered all by himself!

So instead, I thought I’d amuse you with a little story of what happened to me here earlier in the week:

I got home late after a particularly hard day at work. You know, one of those days where you stub your toe, spill the hot coffee all over your desk, get a run in your pantyhose and gets told off by 3 customers – all before lunch! Just a regular day that both starts out as a farce, and just continues as a farce, and finally ends as a farce. Of course, on my way home I had to stop by the grocery store and pick up a few items, just to find the place jam packed by other overworked, tired people with runs in their stockings. It took me an hour just to get through the check out.

Then I come home to a handsome and debonair gentleman who has walked the dog, fed the cats, checked the kid’s homework, cleaned the entire house, and has dinner on the table, lit candles included, can you comprehend what that means? I am serious! Do you know what it means when this man gives you a nice – and much needed – neck rub, draw you a bath and pour the champagne? Do you? Do you know what it means when this man makes sweet and passionate love to you for hours? Do you know what that means?

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Have you ever held your hands out, filled with funky-looking coins - to a cashier, and hoped they would help you out by taking what they need, as payment for your bottle of cold water?

Have you ever just pointed at an item in a menu, that you can’t read, and hoped that you ordered something good?

Have you ever marked out a convenience store as your waypoint, so that on your return you know when to turn right – only to discover that that exact chain has stores on very friggin' corner in the city you so bravely try to navigate?

Have you ever mimed diarrhea in a pharmacy, hoping they would understand you, and give you medicine to stop it?

Have you ever said to yourself, stop making excuses why you can’t – because you know damn well that you can?

“But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness." ~ Paulo Coelho